If I were a carpenter: Kitchen 1

To upcycle a chair?

If I were a carpenter-- Bobby Darin's song comes back to me.  Between cleaning chairs I listened on U Tube.  I could say it took me back but  I don't think I'd ever caught the story of the song, beyond that beguiling invitation in the opening lines of the lyric.
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby.  Like Dylan, the magic is in the gift of the singer, most of the words are lost in the sotto voce, gentle love song. To the kitchen.

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A sudden strong gust of wind sends bins and lids clattering outside.  The forecast isn't good, there's a mass of ominous cloud looming  and there's work to be done.  I'm pondering a kitchen: new, upcycling, recycling? I assume upcycling is what I'm focusing on here.  I like a new word. So with a shift of persona from lady to carpenter I try to work out the problem.  This chair is comfortable, or would be if it were not too high.  Could a carpenter cut the legs down a few inches without wrecking the design?  Cleaning it gives me the opportunity to look at how it's made and think it out.
I had not thought that refurbishing a kitchen would be fun.  I had not thought to write about it, but the task takes over and the actual physical work is yet to come. So far, it's playing at designing.  So there could be a kitchen sequence to come.
The challenge would be to remodel the chairs and to find a song for every day of the project. 

The wild wind blows litter about the town and into the river: drinks cans and an empty pizza package float by. The beautiful goosander shouldn't have to put up with this!  Birds are coming into breeding plumage- 14th February, Saint Valentine's Day, is for birds too. Perhaps climate change brings it further forward.  Dunnock are singing to attract mates all over the neighbourhood.